A/N: This one was inspired by One Republic's song of the same title! Oh, and it's another Haltia drabble.

DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I wave my wand, I will never own Sev and our favorite green-eyed Wizard. *sobs*

WARNING:Yaoi is an important part of these. Please desist in flaming. Situational cursing in this one.

-Ryder

P.S. There may be more than one title that gets a continuation; Dragon's Might, Dragon's Might II... etc.

Italics: Demon language

Regular is English/ Mage language

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Harry, Master Magician, was tired of marching. He hated it with a passion that was matched only by his lust for battle. Problem was that he had been captured by the enemy! Yeah, laugh it up, but those demons were fast... Especially a demon by the name of Snape. From what he could understand of the demon tongue, which was a hell of a lot, this particular demon didn't show the typical touchy-feely the other demons engaged in. Casual touches were part of their culture. His own was much more "prudish" due to the amount of magic that flowed through an individual. Harry sighed as he was casually "touched" by a rather friendly demon called Sirius; the dog demon had been doing it on and off for the past eight miles.

"Will you desist?" He finally hissed in the demon language, his limits almost at breaking point. The entire squadron stopped cold and he bumped into none other than his captor.

"You speak our language fluently." The cold, silky tone carried a subtle threat.

"Yeah, and? It's not like you asked why I don't like to be so casually "touched"! It's not like you asked me if I even could, miserable bastard! My magic's been wonky ever since you kidnapped me!"Harry snarled back, green eyes flashing with residual pain and righteous anger. The restraints creaked and glowed, but Harry ignored it in favor of giving the panther demon the evil death glare that had stopped many of the lower level demons. Snape remained unfazed and reached out, touching his face with a gentle stroke. He shivered and swore in his own tongue as he felt his magic fluctuate violently.

-PoV-

Severus watched in honest confusion as the magelet's magic fluctuated violently.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me, mage?"

"We only touch when we are married. To touch an unmatched or unMated mage causes a considerable amount of pain for said mage as well as a pleasure response." The mage's tone was just short of murder and said with exaggerated care. "It is part of the reason we wear long sleeves and robes, as well as use our staves to salute each other." Several things clicked for Severus right then. Sirius was Mated to a magewolf, who could probably stand the touching better than this sensitive, obviously high-powered magelet.

"Your name, boy?"

"I am a Master Magician. I am nine and twenty years, demon, so tread carefully. My name is none of-" The magelet gasped as he stepped into the man's personal

bubble. "Potter, Prince Hadrian Potter." Again, all of the demons froze; this time with shock. Their Prince had captured the enemy's by accident and good chance.

"My betrothed, Prince Hadrian Charlus Potter?" The pale cheeks flushed a soft pink.

"W-What?" He spoke clearly in the magelet's language to be sure.

"I said, my betrothed, Prince Hadrian Charlus Potter."

"Uh, I... What is your name?"

"Prince Severus Tobias Prince-Snape." Those gorgeous green eyes rolled up and the twenty-nine year old fell right into his arms.

-PoV-

He purred softly as Harry (Remus had told him his betrothed liked to be called that) awoke against his own lanky form.

"Mmm... Five more minutes, Moony..." He chuckled quietly at his betrothed's nonsense. "Nnn... Doesn't feel like Moony." Harry shot up and fell to the carpeted floor with a muffled thump. "You!"

"Yes, me. You were rather content not five minutes ago, wrapping that frame of yours about mine." His magelet blushed a bright pink as he muttered to himself.

"I cuddle in my sleep! Stupid submissive genes..."

"Submissive genes?" Harry's shoulders squared and sharp green eyes bored into his own obsidian.

"Yeah, submissive; skips the firstborne of the Potter line but never the second. Father would have killed me, had Jamie not entered the room to see his baby brother. I owe my life to my brother, Prince Snape."

Ending A/N: Alright, the ball's in your court now, Haltia! Oh, and all you other fantastic people. Ask me, for Christsake! Seriously, I don't bite... Too badly. *grins and sticks out tongue* My other fics are coming along nicely. R & R, please?